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Bottom Alastor Week- Day 3: 🐓sleeve

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BottomAlastorWeek2024 - day 3 Chastity

Chapter 2

"Hey, Husk, I heard something." The cat sinner stopped cleaning his bar and looked up at Lucifer.

"Yeah, what did you hear, sire?" Husk replied, his ears perking up with curiosity.

"Is it true that Alastor is a virgin? That he never had the taste of—" Husk quickly shoved his paw into Lucifer's face, shushing him.

Husk glanced around to make sure no one else had heard what the king had just said. He sighed, "Look, my boss, he's just old school. No one has ever wooed him. He also believes in waiting till marriage."

Lucifer laughed. "You're joking, right?"

Husk sighed again. "My boss is old-fashioned. You got your answer: he's not going to fuck you unless you marry him."

Lucifer laughed harder, finding the idea amusing. Husk went back to cleaning, unaware that Adam was standing nearby, listening in.

Later, Husk was enjoying a drink, having a rare good day, when Angel sauntered in, singing out, "Whiskers, I heard something juicy!"

Husk sighed. "What do you want, Angel?"

"Oh, nothing much, just heard something about 'Smiles'."

Husk put his drink down and glared at Angel. "Okay, who the hell is spreading this around?"

Angel laughed. "Ohh, Whiskers, so it's true then?" Angel leaned on the bar, his head in his hands with a shit-eating grin.

Husk sighed again. "Angel, don't try it. Alastor will kill you."

Husk was getting something to eat when he overheard Vaggie and Charlie talking. "Charlie, I still can't believe it. The big scary radio demon believes in waiting until marriage. He's waiting for his one true love."

"Oh, Vaggie, don't you think that's sweet? It shows Al is more than just the Radio Demon; he's a big romantic softy," Charlie cooed.

Vaggie raised an eyebrow and started laughing. Husk groaned internally. He was going to kill whoever spread this.

Nifty jumped up, waving her hands to get Husk's attention. "Yes, Nifty?"

"King Roach is not happy. Sir Pentious told him there was nothing to be ashamed of about being a virgin. Charlie had to stop him from killing him."

Husk closed his eyes. "Of course, that snake would do that," he muttered.

Alastor was not happy. He was with Rosie, drinking tea. She laughed at him. "Oh, Al, I told you one day someone would find out. Don't worry about what others think; you're better than them. Now, enjoy your tea with Aunty Rosie."

Meanwhile, Adam was lounging on the couch when Alastor entered the living room, throwing himself onto a chair, his head thrown back, covering his eyes with a hand. Adam watched silently.

Lucifer appeared with a smile on his face, strolling over to Alastor. "Bellhop, how's your day been?"

Alastor started to growl. "Oh, come on, Alastor. I would be more than happy to help you with your 'problem.'"

Adam sat up, curious about what was happening. Alastor snapped, "Sire, there is no problem in wanting to find the best match. I want to feel love. I want to feel wanted. I want the other to need me for me. Why would I give my body to another just to be thrown away? I don't want your help because there is no need."

Lucifer's eyes widened, and then he started to laugh. "Come on, you can't make me believe that you believe that. You're cold-blooded and cold-hearted. That's probably why you act so evil. You need someone to fucked you."

Alastor was about to attack when Adam grabbed Lucifer by the neck. Adam was pissed. He had no problem talking about who he had sex with, but he left those who never had sex alone. If they wanted to have sex with him, fine; if not, he fist-bumped them and wished them a good day.

Lucifer got out of Adam's hold and landed on the floor. "What the fuck, Adam?"

Alastor was now watching. Adam stepped in front of him. "Bitch, leave him alone. There's nothing wrong with his choice. Go. I will not let you near him."

Lucifer looked at both of them, then said, "Oh, I see. Good luck, Adam," before walking away.

Alastor, blushing. Adam turned around, raising his fist. "Fist bump," Adam said with a grin.

Alastor was confused. Adam laughed. "Oh yeah, 1930s Bambi. Take your fist and bump mine."

Alastor nodded and bumped Adam's fist. Adam smiled, giving a two-finger salute and starting to walk away.

"Wait, would you like to have dinner with me?" Alastor called out.

Adam stopped, turning his head with a smirk. "Sure, but I'm not easy to win over."

Alastor smiled. "That's fine. I'm not easy to get into bed. You have to put a ring on my finger."

They both laughed. Meanwhile, Husk was at the bar, banging his head.

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Buck Me

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Written for Day 1 of Bottom Alastor Week 2025

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Roleplay. Alastor makes a request of Lucifer, who is more than happy to give his pretty buck exactly what he wants.

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Lucifer slid his hand over Alastor’s thigh, giving it a squeeze. Alastor’s ears twitched a fraction lower as he flushed at the positive touch. So responsive, even after all of the time they’d spent together. 

“When?”

The audible click of Alastor’s throat as he swallowed back a moan at the question had Lucifer’s horns pressing against his temple, begging to be released.

“Tomorrow night. In the Bayou.”

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Bottom Alastor Week 2025: Day 2: Brat

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day 2 : brat 525 words

Alastor let out a bleat as her hand came down again, landing on his ass with a loud slap. His hips bucked and his cock rubbed on her thigh as he grunted, tail flagging. "Now, Alastor," Daphne said softly, "you wouldn't be enjoying this, would you? Being bent over my lap and spanked until your skin burns?" "Of course not," he spat, one baleful red eye rolling up to threaten her for all of a second before she slapped his ass again; his eyes fluttered shut as he bit his lip, hooves kicking where they hung in the air. "Then why are the feathers on my thighs wet, hmm?" Daphne said, dragging her claws lightly over his hypersensitive skin. He hissed through clenched teeth and his tail thrashed as he ground himself against her. "Is it not because your cock has been hard and leaking this entire time?" "No," he snarled, "I'm not—I haven't—" "Are you quite sure that's not why?" she asked, slowly rubbing her knee back and forth, sliding the tip of his cock through the feathers he'd soaked. Alastor's radio static buzzed, and his ears flattened against his head as her palm met his ass with a satisfying crack. He cried out, his entire body trembling as he gave a few weak thrusts before he could stop himself. "It's not," he said miserably, voice thick. "I think you are lying, Alastor," she said lightly, digging her claws into his thighs and parting them. "Now, you can continue to lie, and I will punish you in another way, since this is clearly ineffective." Her fingers delved beneath him, cupping the firm swell of his testicles and lightly pricking into that soft fur with her claws. "Or you can apologize for being rude earlier, and let Mommy take care of you." Alastor mumbled something, tail lowering to curl between his legs, brushing against her fingers. "What was that?" she asked, steel beneath the soft, husky words. "I'm sorry, I'll be good," he said weakly. "Better. Now, let's have a look," Daphne said, turning him over and pulling him into her lap. Alastor settled on her daintily, gasping when his stinging flesh made contact with her feathers. His garishly red and swollen cock dripped and bobbed as he shifted his weight, making more than a liar of him; he was a spectacle. Daphne squeezed the large knot at its base and he whimpered, dribbling a thin line of fluid onto her hand. "What is this, little dove?" she asked, running a single claw up and down the underside of his twitching cock. Alastor's cheeks flushed scarlet as he hid his eyes from hers, a tremulous half-smile on his lips. "It's yours," he whimpered, avoiding the question with such clever deftness that she could not fault him. There was an undeniable intimacy in how well he knew what would please her, and it made her mouth water. "Mommy, please—" he writhed in her lap, desperately trying to thrust against her teasing finger, "please." She grabbed his chin and turned his face up, arresting his attention. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"

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Bottom Alastor Week - Day 4: Rut 🦌

He’s been waiting all day…

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Bottom Alastor Week - Day 1: Electro Stim

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🔞Bottom Alastor Week - Day 6: Mommy Kink 💜

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Just getting around to posting these last couple days, hope you enjoyed ❤️‍🔥

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Bottom Alastor Week - Day 5: Shibari 🪢

Went back to my traditional roots for this 🫰

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